The Gatekeeper کے بول

There is a man He stands alone There is a man He stands like stone Cruel words that make all dark tales Written, and composed by tragedy Truly, without flaw, all sung in wails Sought by the revenants of dead bliss Treasured by the poets lust for woe Alas, each time, Sealed with eternity's kiss Burned deep by the touch of first frost Withered from winters cold embrace Reflections, echoes, Of all that once was lost By winds that on desperation pray From storms that churn relentlessly Emblazoned passion now swept away It unfurls here, Grim fates in the making Fade and disappear, Joy wrought only for breaking Seasons they come no more Reasons they matter no more Every day, same shade of grey Never to be freed With a thousand stones to weigh one down The key in front of iced-shut eyes And no where to be found Dulled by these endless pins To numb the pain No kind awakening, No relief from this horrid domain Life-song torn away, gone Bereft by the damage done Lain barren and cold, frigid and old Never to be freed